Tag: Haiku
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Luna Moth
A meditation — visual and poetic — on the moon moth, an infrequent but celebrated visitor.
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Rhododendron Haiku
Another serenade to seasonality this Saturday in late May. I offer you a rhododendron haiku to honor this temperate turn from spring to a precocious preview of summery days ahead. Rhodos invite optimism. An audacious pinkish-purply-red extravaganza floating above a sea of green. A swell of polished rhododendron leaves creating a sea of Lily-of-the-Valley leaves.…
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Hummingbird Haiku
Perhaps hummingbirds offer us a fleeting reminder to welcome the wisdom of wonder? To wander wider? To pursue a nonlinear path, to be unimpeded by obstacles, to bound between ambrosial blossoms?
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Mustelid Musing
Willing unfamiliars into focus so that we may photograph Ermine, Marten, and Weasel…
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Daffodil Season
Such splendid springtime erupting alongside lawns and fields, kindling confidence that summer soon will bloom. Daffodil season revitalizes hope, tickles love and levity strained by months of cold, bloomless winter. Daffodil Season Spring’s proof positivelifts last year’s leaves, matted grass,and summer spirits. Would be wonderful to wax wise about daffodil season, to offer some fresh…
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Dawning
“Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.” — Rene Daumal Early birds enthralled with the daily matinal unshading embrace the mystery (and the wellspring of possibility that flows through it.) I know. I am one. A “morning lark” married to a “night owl”. Opposites attract. The dawning invigorates me, and the…
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Flicker Feather?
This morning, eyes down, surveying the dirt for precocious bulb shoots tricked by the lack of snow, my eye caught site of this bold but small feather. Perfection. Found art. An artistic artifact. Nestled into the weathered end grain of logs slowly succumbing to the sirencall of weather — rain, sun, snow, wind — and…
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Family Traditions: Top 5
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions. Hhhmmm… Family traditions. What are our family traditions? That’s an interesting question, and I’m not 100% certain that I have answers at the ready. But a few ideas come to mind. Canis familiaris Let’s start with the beautiful beast snoozing in a sun puddle at my…
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Holiday Homecoming
What a wellspring of euphoria this evening! We returned to Rosslyn after briefly sojourning in Santa Fe, returned to a delicate frosting of snow underfoot, early dwindling natural light, holiday lights glowing in windows, 28° outside, toasty inside, the promise of savory stew and spicy cider wafting like a whimsical Christmas carol,… Rosslyn welcomed us…
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Crescent Moon Haiku
Sometimes it’s the little things. Often, actually. Like this slender sliver of a crescent moon tipped sideways, a celestial smile. Like this volute capital — atop one of two ionic columns flanking Rosslyn’s front entrance — glowing warmly from the pendant light hanging above the stone landing. Like that improbable glow silhouetting the trees despite…
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Aerial Arborist Haiku
As often, Aaron spent his Saturday at Rosslyn, whittling down the bottomless punch list. His demeanor, perseverance, and smarts are a perennial hat trick, but his arboreal aptitude has proven again and again to be one of his superpowers. Yesterday and today his whittling was not metaphorical. High up — some 100’ to 120’ above…